The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

"I didn't expect you to arrange such a thing well, the Orc figure is really amazing!"

After getting out of the car, Yiwen patted Qin En on the shoulder and laughed, then grabbed Qin En's hand and said with glowing eyes: "Why don't you come to work at my headquarters! How about I give you the oath ring without saying a word?" !"

G41 shook the beautiful golden ears, who don't know if they are fox ears or dog ears, and asked in a cute voice: "Have we got new sisters, master?"

Qin En rolled his eyes and said, "You really know how to think about beautiful things."

"Since we can leave here in a fair manner, then we don't need to take only a few people away?"

"Yes." Qin En sighed.

Originally, according to the map, you have to pass through a very dangerous area, and large troops will inevitably be noticed, so you have to take the initiative to make a choice.

But now that the permission has been obtained (if it is true), then it is no problem to leave directly.

"Great."

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, and then threw away a bulky black box.

"what is that?"

"Mobile cloud image storage, after knowing that I can only take a few people away, I spent an afternoon sneaking to get this thing."

Ivan intends to store the mental memory of his human form here when he parted, and then leave with the core...

"It doesn't seem necessary now."

Evan said happily.

Lee Enfield asked, "Can we go now?"

"Well, it's time for us to go." Although the plan was for nothing, Qin En was also very satisfied with how things ended like this.

The plan was for naught, but that was all well and good.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Qin En and the others drove the car, took the pass given by the big leader, and left the sphere of influence of the Army Without Borders in an open and honest manner.

At the same time, in Army Without Borders, Big Boss asked the poisonous snake, "Have they left yet?"

"Yes, I have left."

"Well... just leave, the rest is our own problem—cough cough cough!"

The 125-year-old leader wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "After they leave, let's 'close' the ruins."

"...Lequid and the others will not agree, neither will the red-eyed soldiers, nor will the Soviets."

"That's better than the second Beilan Island incident. We can't let the things inside come out."

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Chapter 300 The Three Hundred Heroes Are Still Alive in the Game?

The cold wind is blowing in the secret base of the Army Without Borders, and the soldiers on guard are working on their posts with the same seriousness as Ai.

Every once in a while, soldiers rush to the front line, and every once in a while, the dead are transported back to the base.

The dead will no longer be reborn, and it is theoretically inappropriate to pay attention to the dead at this time, but the people of the Army Without Borders still spare part of their manpower to deal with the affairs of the dead.

Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, Islam, Hinduism... The logistics staff with their corresponding beliefs sort out the ashes of the deceased (with corresponding beliefs), and place their personal belongings together with the ashes.

All the savings during his lifetime were fully distributed to his family who grew up in a peaceful country without knowing anything, and the Army Without Borders paid all the expenses during the money laundering process, and a pension was also added.

Besides that there are a bunch of other programs...

These funeral arrangements should have been arranged by normal national forces for fighters, but not many countries complied with them after World War Three. Instead, they were carried out by this force that was labeled a terrorist organization internationally.

With the increase of the dead, the dense green fog that filled the base of Army Without Borders expanded again.

Bursts of purple-black strange gas drifted out from the urn, spreading an aura that was less clear than the green fog.

But with the prayers of the humans and dolls who presided over the funeral and attended the funeral, pure white breath flew out of the container where the participants and the deceased lived, and in turn swallowed the strange purple air!

Although the green mist inevitably expanded in size, it also became a little thinner because of it.

…but these are not images that humans can see.

After the collective funeral, the soldiers and dolls returned to their posts, and the survivors who returned from the battlefield went to the 24-hour cafeteria.

Fights and conflicts will not stop because someone sacrifices, and soldiers are used to parting life and death.

The sweet humanoid announcer who obtained the data from the weather forecasting device was reading the weather of the next day in the cafeteria, and these soldiers who had not been disarmed after returning from the battlefield enjoyed a short rest.

The soldier who looked at death like home said with a smile: "The weather will be sunny tomorrow, and it will be a good day to die."

Some fighters have different opinions on this: "Well, why die, we will win in the end."

After all, the soldier put down the cardboard box in his arms, and a strong aroma of wine permeated the cafeteria, attracting the attention of all the soldiers.

"Where did you get the wine?"

"Captured from the Soviets, come and taste it!"

The atmosphere that was originally more or less dull (there are always a minority who regard death as home) then became lively.